Creatures of the Knight

The cave was quiet. The ambient hum of machinery and the chittering of the bats hanging overhead seemed to be drowned out by the slow trudging of his boots.

When he finally pulled back his cowl, the damp air of the cavern hit his face. His hair plastered over his forehead with sweat and his own cape felt like a dead weight threatening to pin him down.

When he reached the chair in front of the Batcomputer, he nearly collapsed into it. The Kevlar plates on his chest didn't protect against the sheer fatigue that pressed down on his lungs, making each breath a conscious effort.

Three separate heists foiled, a drug ring dismantled, and countless criminals delivered to justice.

And yet, they felt like drops of water scooped out of an infinite ocean.

He hefted his arms over the keyboard to log in tonight's activities. Another night that felt like a prelude to when he'd finally slip up.

How long could he keep going like this? It was like a machine that never stopped, a clock that couldn't be wound down. He couldn't remember the last time he ate or slept. It didn't matter. A weary body can be dealt with, but a weary spirit? That's something else.

Just then, a pair of feminine hands settled onto his shoulders. A touch so light, yet the sudden warmth burned straight through the thick padding of his suit.

"Working late again, darling?"

The sultry voice materialized behind him like silk given form. He didn't startle; he'd grown accustomed to Morrigan's sudden entrances over the months they'd been together.

Her hands, tipped with sharp, manicured nails, slid downward with agonizing slowness. They caressed his chest, tracing the contours of the bat emblem as if reading him like Braille, before her arms wrapped completely around his neck. She leaned in with her head resting just beside his.

Her cascading, emerald-green hair brushed against his cheek and one of the little bat wings on the sides of her head patted lightly against him. Bruce figured she must have changed her shampoo as he breathed a scent of exotic night-blooming orchids.

"How did you get in here, Morrigan?" his voice maintained his gravely rasp, though it softened at her presence.

"Oh, I gave dear Alfred the evening off," she interrupted with a mischievous smile. "The poor man works far too hard. Rather like someone else I know."

She was a lot like Selina, but so different in so many ways. Their first meeting wasn't exactly something he recalled fondly.

Morrigan Aensland had simply dropped into Gotham looking for a good time while he was investigating a bizarre case. For reasons he still didn't fully understand, she had become fixated on him, returning to his city again and again just to provoke their little scuffles. Yet even back then, she had known exactly how to wiggle her way past his defenses. He couldn't deny that there was a dangerous, intoxicating chemistry between them.

Then came the night when that tension finally snapped. After all the flirting and their little back-and-forths, it all culminated in a spontaneous long episode of fierce lovemaking beneath the shadow of a water tower. The sensation still lingers now: her sweet moans, her naked body against him, the way her wings enclosed around him when her first orgasm hit.

Hot, heavy, pure carnal pleasure.

She was a succubus. He knew that even back then and at first, he had rationalized that she must have used her supernatural abilities to influence him. But deep down, he knew that wasn't true; something had changed that night.

Since then, he found himself tolerating her presence and she, in turn, gave him a glimpse of who she really was behind the playful demeanor. He learned of the world of Makai and the reality of her position as the realm's reluctant queen.

He still couldn't define what they were or whether he could consider her his 'girlfriend'. He only knew that whatever they shared had become a quiet anchor in his chaotic life.

Bruce's shoulders sagged slightly.

"I'm not in the mood. The city-"

"Will survive for now." Morrigan finished. "I'm feeling selfish tonight, Gotham can wait its turn."

Before he could protest, she'd glided around to face him and her signature outfit came into view: her thick, shapely legs sheathed in purple bat-patterned pantyhose and high boots while her arms were covered in peach-colored arm warmers with singular finger hoops. A sleeveless black bustier, with a small heart cut out of the midriff, adorned her torso and large breasts as a string of white feathers encircled her upper arms.

With deliberate slowness, she straddled his lap, her weight settling against him as her teal eyes shone with amusement.

"You need to learn how to enjoy yourself. You know what they say about all work and no play?"

"Morrigan, now isn't the-"

"Shh," she whispered, placing a finger over his lips.

He stared up at her, his piercing blue eyes dulled by fatigue but still holding that spark of stubborn determination she'd fallen for. Her eyelids dipped with allure and her lush lips parted as her fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw. The pull between them was as strong as ever and Bruce was either too tired to resist or wanted it as badly as she did.

Inevitably, the space between them evaporated as she melded her lips against his.

Morrigan's arms wound fully around his neck, anchoring herself to him. One of her hands pressed flat against his upper back while the other slid upward, her fingers tangling into the damp, dark strands of his hair to possessively tilt his head and pull him deeper.

Bruce's hands moved instinctively. His right arm slid around the curve of her waist into the small of her back, her wings lifting lightly to grant his hand passage, allowing his gloved digits to press against the smooth, radiating warmth of her bare skin. His other hand descended with his palm resting heavily against her stocking-clad thigh and gripped tight enough to pull her hips closer.

The succubus purred against his mouth as their tongues swirled in a wet churning of their salivas.

Her huge boobs pressed firmly against his chest with the heat of her body burning through the thick fabric of his costume. He skimmed his fingers against the curve of her thigh appreciatively before coming around the swell of her buttock, eliciting a delightful moan from her.

When they finally parted with a momentary glistening wet string, Morrigan's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as her cheeks flushed with arousal.

"Feeling better?" she asked teasingly.

Bruce's lips quirked upward in the ghost of a smile, the night's tension seemingly ebbing away.

"A bit." he admitted sheepishly.

"Just a bit?" Morrigan's grin turned predatory once more. "Then I clearly have more work to do."

She leaned in for another kiss, but the moment was shattered by the sound of rapid, frantic patter of quadrupedal steps echoing down the staircase from the manor.

"Bru~ce! Are you down here?"

Morrigan's eyes widened as she heard the familiar voice. With supernatural speed, she took flight, her wings carrying her up into the cave's shadows just as a blur of blue and white launched itself from the base of the staircase.

"Nya!" Felicia cried out, pouncing on Bruce with feline enthusiasm.

Her arms wrapped around him in a fierce embrace that sent both of them tumbling from the chair to the cold stone floor, driving the wind from his lungs in a sharp, unglamorous grunt.

Seconds ago, Morrigan's little TLC had melted away some of the lethargy in his bones.

This, however, had completely jolted him awake.

"Felicia?!" Bruce gasped, finding himself pinned beneath the Cat Woman's enthusiastic snuggling.

The woman on top of him had a very thick mane of blue hair, almost dwarfing her torso, with a long lock falling in front of her face. What looked like a white band circling her neck and around the top of her skull was actually a coat of white fur with big cat ears protruding from the top of it. Her hands were oversized paws equipped with sharp claws that she always took care to not hurt anyone with. The same went with her feet, where the coat of fur extended up to her thighs like stockings under a separate furry band near her crotch.

Whatever wasn't covered by fur was sun-kissed skin, and she showed a lot of it. Particularly her sizable melons, where the nipple portions were covered with bands of white fur arranged in a pattern around her torso.

As a matter of fact, Bruce was acutely aware that Felicia was basically naked with her naughty bits obscured by her furry bands, an awareness that he had tried many times to ignore.

"I missed you!" she nuzzled against him, a deep purr rumbling from her throat as her tail swished contentedly behind her.

Bruce tried to push her off, but his heart wasn't really in it. Felicia's innocent affection had always been disarming and somewhat overwhelming.

She had arrived in Gotham a few months after Morrigan, bright-eyed and chasing the dream of a musical career. But the industry hadn't been kind to her: venues closed, managers made promises they never intended to keep and auditions led nowhere.

To survive, she took a gig performing at a high-end, shadowy nightclub in the Diamond District, the kind of place where the clientele viewed a Darkstalker performer as an exotic showpiece rather than an artist. It hadn't taken long for trouble to find her.

A local gang, who had begun using the club as a front for money laundering, cornered her backstage after she heard something she shouldn't have. However, they hadn't counted on Batman dropping through the skylight, nor had they anticipated the Makai queen who had tagged along that night out of sheer boredom.

After the danger had passed, Felicia thought she would never see him again. But she was wrong.

Bruce knew how this city tended to chew up innocent dreamers and spit them out and if he was being honest, he found something endearing about her childlike optimism. And so, using Wayne Enterprises resources under the guise of an anonymous arts grant, he had secured her a safe apartment and a legitimate avenue to pursue her music. He never wanted to treat her like a charity case, only open doors and trust her to walk through them herself. And it worked. These days, she was building a career on smaller stages while looking after other stray catgirls who had ended up in Gotham.

Felicia kept expressing her gratitude to him ever since. Only problem was that she did it in a manner that was… touchy-feely.

VERY touchy-feely.

It started innocently enough with the constant hugging but then came the kisses on the cheeks, the nuzzling and the times when she'd just pounce on him or plop herself on his lap.

And before he could see it coming, she outright kissed him.

It was clearly a breach of any platonic boundary and he thought Morrigan would be jealous; she always seemed to be when he spoke about his history with women. But to his surprise, the succubus was amused and delighted!

Apparently, Makai Queen had taken a liking to Felicia and the two of them became fast friends. After realizing that the cat-girl had been carrying a torch for Bruce, she acted as her confidant and had been actively encouraging Felicia's affectionate onslaughts.

Bruce couldn't begin to articulate how bizarre his life had become and any argument he could muster, Morrigan instantly diffused.

And despite every warning bell in his head, Bruce found himself unable to maintain the distance he usually kept from everyone else.

"What are you doing here?" Bruce asked.

"I invited her."

Morrigan's voice drifted down from above as she landed beside them.

"I thought we could all use a little fun tonight." a mischievous, knowing smile tugged at her lips.

"A little warning would've been nice." he muttered with annoyance as he glanced at the overturned chair lying a few feet away.

Felicia's ears, which had perked up at the sound of her friend's voice, began to droop as her expression turned dejected.

"Oh…" her voice became small and hurt. "You don't want me here? I can leave if you want…"

Bruce sighed.

"No, Felicia. You don't have to leave."

The cat woman perked up immediately as her tail gave an eager swish.

"Really?" she asked.

"Of course. You're always welcome here."

"Yay! Then you like having me around?"

"Yes."

Felicia's smile widened but then her features grew nervous as her luminous teal eyes turned hopeful.

"But do you like ME?"

Bruce froze. There it was, the simple yet complicated question that hung between the three of them. He dared not look at Morrigan right then; he could practically feel her amusement radiating from across the room. The blue-haired Cat Woman blushed as she awkwardly scratched at her ear.

"I really, really like you, Bruce. Like… a lot." she said, like she didn't know how else to articulate her feelings. "And I wanna know if you like me too. I mean, not just as Morrigan's friend."

Glancing towards the succubus, Bruce found her smirking expectantly at him with her hands on her hips as if she already knew the answer.

Bruce had long since given up trying to understand either of them but what he did understand was this: Morrigan was an electric storm that crashed into his life and Felicia was a stray sunbeam he hadn't known how to lock out. One brought excitement, the other brought warmth. And somehow, despite everything Gotham threw at him, BOTH of them made him want to stop surviving and start living again.

"I…" he paused, then sighed. "I suppose I have a weakness for cat women. Human or otherwise."

Felicia's face lit up instantly.

"You do like me!"

Before Bruce could clarify or backtrack, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his in an exuberant kiss, her purring back with full force. It was different from Morrigan's, innocent yet passionate. Bruce laid his palms over her hips as he reciprocated the kiss with equal vigor. Felicia then surprised him when he felt her tongue brushing against his teeth, begging for entrance. He figured it was either an idea Morrigan put in her head or the cat woman wasn't as innocent as he thought she was.

Not one to complain, Bruce parted his jaw and met her tongue with his. Felicia's tongue was rougher than a human's but not sharp. It was unusual but he couldn't say it was unpleasant.

"Mrrrrrowwrrrmmmm~…" Felicia uttered a mix of a moan and a mew as their speech tools danced in a slick tango.

"Oh my," Morrigan giggled. "You might want to save some of that energy, dear Felicia. I have so much more planned for our dear Bruce tonight."

Felicia broke the kiss and bounded to her feet with feline grace and both women extended their hands to Bruce, helping him to his feet as he looked between them with a tired smile, a mix of wariness and anticipation.

"Come along, love." Morrigan purred, her arm slipping through his as she led him upstairs.

"We promise you a night you won't forget!" Felicia chirped, bouncing on her toes as she took his other arm.

The heavy silk curtains had been drawn back just enough to allow a cascade of pale moonlight to flood the master suite, painting the room in an almost haunting silver. On the floor near the base of the massive bed, Bruce's body armor, gauntlets, boots and utility belt lay cast aside with unusual haste, along with his white briefs.

Prominently draped over a chair, looking strangely like a sleeping bird of prey, was the cowl and cape with the empty eye sockets bearing a silent witness.

Bruce lay comfortably on the bed as his two supernatural beauties draped over him: Felicia at the north, engaging in a makeout session with him, and Morrigan at the south, sandwiching his dick between her soft tits as she expertly swirls her tongue around the cockhead.

The succubus was already nude; just minutes ago, she gave a sultry smile in the moonlight before the clothing she wore dissolved into a swirling, silent vortex of tiny, dusky bats that fluttered briefly before vanishing into the shadowed corners of the high ceiling.

Felicia, for obvious reasons, didn't need to undress and Bruce could personally attest to her nakedness as he kneaded her breast. His fingers threaded across her patch of fur to find her pink nipple that was hardened with arousal. Her wet slit along her nether-fur became more prominent as Bruce traced its line with his other fingers.

He was beginning to get accustomed to the rough texture of her tongue sliding against his as they continued to sensually explore each other's mouth. Though he took care to not cut his tongue against her sharp teeth.

A string of saliva connected their tongues as they broke for air but Bruce only needed a moment before he dove down and took her breast in his mouth, causing her to meow in surprise.

The taste and texture of her white fur took a little getting used to but as he swirled his tongue over her nipple, the damp strands of her coat flattened against her tan skin. Felicia mewled in pleasure, her mouth a perfect 'O' showing her upper fangs as Bruce sucked and nipped while fondling her other breast.

Morrigan tittered softly, watching her friend's treatment with a mix of amusement and faint, simmering envy.

"Now, now, Felicia dear," Morrigan called out, her voice dripping with playful scolding. "No fair hogging him all to yourself. Why don't we both give 'Bruce Jr.' some proper company?"

Bruce paused from his actions, allowing Felicia to slowly crawl over his wide, muscled torso towards his erect member. She hovered in front of it with innocent trepidation, her nose lightly crinkling as she took a series of quick, inquisitive twitches to catch his scent. Felicia's gaze then met with Morrigan, who nodded with warm approval.

"Go on, just like I showed you."

The cat woman gulped nervously before she leaned forward and gave an experimental lick along Bruce's length, causing him to stifle a gasp.

Morrigan had told her before that it would be like licking a popsicle.

It tasted nothing like a popsicle.

But the sounds of pleasure coming from the man she loved had emboldened her to lick again and again as if she was nursing her own kitten, the light friction of her tongue sending a delightful tingle through his core.

"That's it, keep it up." Morrigan encouraged.

Now more confident, Felicia drew the tip into her mouth and sucked enthusiastically, moving her head up and down over it with her sharp teeth lightly grazing over his flesh. Morrigan joined her, positioning her face at the base of the penis to take a portion of his ballsack into her lips, sucking on the loose skin before engulfing almost half of it in her mouth.

Bruce grunted in pleasure, the dual sensation of their oral play sending his senses into overdrive. In the haze of his bliss, he noticed Felicia's tail wagging in front of him like a beacon above her puckered anus and dripping clit.

She likely hadn't intended for it to read as an invitation, but Bruce wasn't going to turn it down regardless.

Grabbing her by her white-banded thighs, Bruce dove his face into her snatch.

"Nyaaaah!" Felicia yelped in surprise, releasing his cock from her mouth.

Morrigan took over for her with a wickedly tickled smile as Bruce went to town with the 'pussy's pussy', lapping her insides like a hummingbird and leaving Felicia in a moaning, dazed state.

After almost a minute, Morrigan released his dick as she rose onto her feet at the base of the bed while leaning forward over the mattress. Propped on her hands, her eyes, glowing with anticipation, stayed level with her friend's.

"It's time, Felicia."

Felicia froze, then gulped nervously and nodded, pulling her rump away from Bruce as she shuffled forward. She rose on her haunches, resting her butt over his lower abdomen with his rod resting against her navel.

"W-will it hurt?" she looked down on it anxiously.

Morrigan smiled in a motherly fashion. She positioned herself at her side, stroking the cat woman's blue mane with affection and comfort.

"Relax. Let your animal instincts guide you."

Without a word, Morrigan hooked her arm around Felicia's waist and gently pressed against her hip with a subtle upward nudge, coaxing her to rise. Her hand then snaked lower and parted Felicia's vagina with two fingers while her other hand gripped Bruce's cock to line it up with its entrance.

Felicia covered her eyes with her paws, squirming with embarrassment. Yet despite the heat burning in her cheeks, she began to slowly lower herself.

Bruce held his breath.

Their genitals kissed, sparking a gasp from Felicia, before Morrigan helped work and slide his member in as the cat woman fully sank down to complete their union. Bruce moaned from her tightness while Felicia nearly yowled, her mind going blank as his length filled her up to the brim.

"How does it feel, Felicia?" Morrigan asked in a sultry manner. "To have him inside you?"

"Good… s-so good…" she choked, breathless and unable to speak.

"Glad to hear it. Now start moving."

Overwhelmed and uncertain of how to begin, Felicia decided to follow Morrigan's command and let her impulses pull her along. She first rose slowly up along Bruce's shaft and then, just as slowly, down again. Then, she repeated the action again and again, letting out a ragged moan from the friction. Her eyes almost rolled back into her sockets as she steadily increased the tempo.

Then, something seemed to have unlocked within her, something primal and feral.

She began to bounce more vigorously, grinding and gyrating on Bruce's manhood like someone possessed.

Bruce grunted and gasped in pleasure as he felt her muscles coil and her vaginal canal squeezing him. He bucked up, sending her blue mane flying out and her round tits bouncing as their flesh smacked repeatedly in a wet cadence.

Guiding her movements with handfuls of her thick ass, he slammed upwards into her tight hole and caused her to mewl in heat.

A few seconds later, Bruce sat up. His chest pressed to her back as he expertly maintained his bucking while his arms reached around to palm her breasts and toy with her nipples.

Releasing a delighted mewl, Felicia turned her head back towards him, with her cheeks flushed in arousal, and extended her tongue almost pleadingly.

Bruce met her tongue with his in an open-mouthed French kiss, their tasting organs brushing and lapping against each other.

Morrigan watched them with wicked titillation, one hand caressing her breast while the other massaged against her clit.

Bruce then maneuvered Felicia around, resting her on all fours and facing the headboard before he began plowing into her.

"Aah…! Aah…! Aaah!"

The cat woman cried with each clap of his abdomen against her ass. From behind, her long tail wrapped around his waist as if trying to pull him closer.

Morrigan glided up to the side of the bed beside him, one hand resting gently on his shoulder while her other slid upward to cup the back of his head. As her fingers threaded through his dark hair, Bruce turned his head to meet her gaze before they closed the small distance between them for their lips to lock in a deep kiss. Their tongues writhed over each other as Bruce kept up his thrusting, though his pace began to slow down.

After they broke the kiss, Bruce surprised Felica by abruptly withdrawing.

She blinked from her place on the mattress, her wet pussy tasting the chill vacant air. Just as she was about to voice her query, Bruce slid his palm beneath her thigh and lifted, signaling a change in position. Felicia's feline instincts picked up the cue instantly and without a second thought, she shifted her weight to roll onto her back with her legs spread and coiled up to accept him.

Bruce moved over her and his cock sank back into her eager, dripping pussy before their mating resumed. Felicia let out a moaning caterwaul as her clawed, white-furred legs crossed over his lower back and her paws slipped under his arms to clutch at his broad back. His thrusts came hard and fast again and she instinctively bucked her hips to meet them.

He hissed through his teeth as her sharp claws caught in his flesh. Realizing what she'd done, Felicia immediately retracted her claws, easing her grip until only the soft, warm pads of her paws pressed against his skin.

"S-sorry…" she stammered between short, quick breaths.

Bruce grinned, resting his forehead lightly against hers.

"Don't be," he said between thrusts. "I'm not that fragile."

"B-Bruce, something is happening…, I think I'm gonna…"

"Yeah, me too… (grunt) Do you want me to take it out?"

Her eyes widened slightly in panic.

"No!" she tightened her legs' hold on him. "I want it inside, all of it! I love you, Bruce. I…"

Bruce silenced her with another kiss. They immediately engaged in a tongue battle as he quickened his thrusts, reaching the apex of their lovemaking. And then, finally…

SPURT!

His cock spasmed, flooding her insides with his white-hot essence as she broke the kiss with a loudly drawn yowl.

Felicia released her grip and sagged onto the bed and Bruce pulled out and rose on his knees, panting with sheens of sweat across his brow and chest. Morrigan's eyes glowed with delight seeing that he hadn't gone completely flaccid and his dick was still quite girthy.

The cat woman's eyes nearly rolled back from the afterglow of pleasure, her large chest heaving as their combined juices seeped from her swollen slit.

"I'm… kinda sleepy."

She rolled onto her side with a contented flick of her tail before her eyes fluttered shut. And much to Bruce and Morrigan's bewilderment, she fell asleep instantly, letting out tiny, squeaky little snores.

"Adorable, isn't she?" Morrigan giggled.

Beside the bed, Morrigan climbed onto the mattress behind Bruce, causing the springs to creak under their combined weight. As Bruce began to turn on his knees to face her, Morrigan gave him a playful, firm shove against his chest to send him back flat onto the bed beside Felicia. Before he could react, she hovered over his crotch with a mischievous, devilish grin.

"But she was just the opening act, darling," Morrigan teased as she began to stroke up and down his slick shaft. "It's my turn now… and I've been patient long enough."

Bruce blinked from her sudden assertiveness, but then a quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest as his lips curved into a slow, lazy smirk.

"Well, you know what they say: good things come to those who wait."

"Yesss, good things indeed." she purred before dragging her tongue along his length.

After working his manhood back to its earlier hardness, Morrigan straddled him, raising her pink folds over his tip before slowly lowering. His cock slid easily in and they both groaned from their union. Bruce closed his eyes, feeling himself enveloped by the succubus's snug heat as her erotic moans lapped against his hearing.

She threw her head back and began to move, rising and falling down on his rod as her huge breasts jiggled in wave-like motions while her vaginal canal stroked him lovingly with an expertise only a succubus of her caliber could possess.

Bruce reached out with his hands and cupped her bouncing jugs, feeling the soft warm flesh against his calloused palms. He petted and squeezed them, fondling and twerking her hardened nubs at intervals.

"Mmmmmm…" Morrigan hummed appreciatingly.

After a few seconds, he released them and sat up against her weight, her boobs settling against his pecs. Morrigan braced his shoulder with one hand and threaded her fingers through the hair at the back of his head with the other.

Their mouths opened and their tongues tangled, twisted and rolled against each other in a sloppy display as globules of their mixed saliva dripped from their lewd bridging onto her cleavage.

The kiss transitioned into something earnest as their lips locked, though their tongue-play didn't stop. The wet sounds of smacking and sucking echoed within the room.

Bruce reached up and slid a hand over the back of her seafoam green hair to draw her closer. The crook of his thumb brushed lightly against the base of one of her small 'head-wings', causing it to flutter involuntarily. It was one of those tiny anatomical anomalies he couldn't help but wonder about but also never questioned, among other things.

Breaking their lip lock with strands of saliva, Bruce then hefted up one of her breasts and drew it into his mouth.

"Oooooh Bruce! You're such a baby," Morrigan let out a breathy laugh as she arched her back to give him more access. "But I love the feel of your mouth on my tits."

Bruce sucked hungrily, drawing as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could while swirling his tongue over her areola and then flicking it against her nipple.

Morrigan uttered a sweet gasp as Bruce tugged on her teat with his suction before releasing it, causing it to spring and wobble back in its place. With one hand on the back of his neck for support, the succubus then slid her free hand under her other breast and angled it up to bring the nipple between their faces.

She then lashed her tongue against her own nipple while looking at him with inviting green eyes. Bruce took the hint and lashed his tongue at the other side of the nipple. The moist nub became the center of a squirming sandwich as their tongues slid over it before rising and uniting in another hot kiss.

After a while, they switched positions, with Morrigan resting her elbows and boobs on the edge of the bed while Bruce fiercely pounded her from behind while gripping her thighs. Her ass rippled each time his pelvis smacked against her cheeks as her tongue lolled out in unabashed ecstasy.

They changed places again, this time with her up against the bedroom's wall and him raising her leg, cradled by the crook of his arm underneath her knee, as he drilled into her pussy.

Minutes passed as they moved their lovemaking from one side of the room to the other at intervals until finally, they ended up back on the bed next to Felicia. Morrigan lay short of breath on her back with Bruce on top of her; their sweaty, glistening bodies rutting against each other.

"This…is where you belong, Bruce." she panted with a domineering grin. "With me, and your magnificent cock in my pussy!"

"Careful," Bruce grinned as he pumped into her. "For someone who loves her freedom, you're starting to sound possessive."

"Only with things I have no intention of losing." she purred, her eyes glinting with lust.

"Tell that to the poor guy in New York."

She threw her head back with a musical laugh.

"Oh, please! That was just harmless flirting. Besides, he was already married and way below my league."

Morrigan slid her hand up from his back to rest flat against his cheek in a rare, uncharacteristic gesture of genuine fondness that Bruce had only witnessed a handful of times from her.

"I didn't know you had a jealous side. It's cute. Rest assured, my darling bat,… you're the only one who keeps my attention." she smiled.

A faint, lazy smirk touched his lips as he leaned in closer, their hot breaths mingling.

"And here I thought it was just the car."

They kissed again, more tender this time but no less tongue-laden.

"Morrigan,…" he spoke after their lips disengaged. "I'm near…"

"Inside me," she whispered. "I want you to fill my womb."

Bruce ramped up his thrusts and Morrigan met each one with every slap of his testicles upon her naked flesh as he drove into her deeper and deeper. Her cunt swallowed him like a second mouth and she felt his thick cockhead battering against her cervix.

Morrigan's desperate moaning crescendoed into one final scream as his hot cum flooded her love tunnel, the torrent impacting against her uterus before it bloomed backward in thick, rolling waves.

All four of her bat-wings stretched out taut before shuddering from their combined climax.

He nearly collapsed over her, catching himself by his elbows and knees as they both panted in satisfaction.

"Mmm… see?" Morrigan let out a contented sigh. "Isn't this better than brooding over your little case files all alone?"

Bruce paused on the spot before releasing a long, heavy exhale. As spent as he was, the weight constantly sitting on his shoulders felt a little lighter.

Gotham's problems weren't going away any time soon and would be waiting for him the next night.

But somehow, that fact didn't seem to bother him as much as it had before.

"…Yeah," he admitted, almost begrudgingly.

He looked into her eyes, letting his usual guard drop completely for a brief moment.

"Thanks, Morrigan. I… I really needed this."

The raw honesty in his voice caught the succubus completely off guard, causing her to blink in surprise.

Then, her expression softened into a fond, playful smile as she lightly booped him on the tip of his nose with her finger.

"Don't go too soft on me, dear," she said mischievously. "I plan for this to be a regular occurrence."

His eyes widened just a fraction and before he could question her about her intentions, a new voice suddenly spoke out.

"Aww, did you guys finish without me? No fair!"

Bruce reacted, immediately rolling off Morrigan with his member sliding out as they both turned in unison to see someone casually leaning against the bedroom molding, observing them with amused curiosity.

It was a young woman with crimson eyes and short chin-length lavender hair. She had a pair of red bat wings protruding from the sides of her head, much like Morrigan's. Unlike her, however, her frame was more lithe and lissom with small perky breasts.

She was also completely naked.

Morrigan, completely unbothered by her sudden appearance, let out a dry, knowing chuckle.

"Took you long enough to show up."

Bruce, on the other hand, remained on his guard. He already knew who she was.

Her name was Lilith and she was a fragment of Morrigan's own soul that had developed a will of its own. Apparently, her adopted father, Belial, had long ago decided to protect Morrigan from the sheer power contained within her by splitting her soul into three pieces.

Lilith was one of those pieces, driven by an instinctive need to return to her original body, which she eventually did.

It was complicated.

The shorter succubus snickered.

"Well, since I'm a part of you now, I do get to feel some of the fun when you and Bruce play together… but it's still not the same! I want Bruce to play with me too!"

With that, Lilith turned towards the wall and placed both her palms against it as she slowly swayed her ass invitingly, her eyes fixed directly at him.

"C'mon, Bru~ce," she called for him in a sing-song manner. "Come play with me. Play with my tight little twat!"

"Oh my! Such language. I'm starting to think I'm becoming a bad influence on you." Morrigan giggled with mock shock.

Bruce's expression turned aghast. He was intimately familiar with Morrigan and Felicia but when it came to Lilith, she was a complete wild card. Part of him couldn't help but view her as merely a physical extension of Morrigan's psyche and he hadn't quite figured out where the boundary between Morrigan ended and Lilith began, or if there even was one.

Besides, he had run himself ragged across Gotham and just got done having sex with two women consecutively. He thought the whole point was to decompress, not run a marathon.

"Morrigan, tell me she's not being serious." Bruce said, turning to her. "I don't think I can keep-"

"Boo! Stop being so boring!" Lilith pouted and then grinned teasingly. "Or is the Big Bad Bat actually sca~red?"

That did it. Bruce froze, his jaw tightening into a hard line as his brow furrowed. Beside him, Morrigan only smirked.

"Well, love? You're not going to back down from a challenge, are you?"

He didn't answer. Instead, his face hardened with the cool, resolute focus that made him who he was. Slowly, he shifted his weight and rose from the bed before slowly approaching Lilith like a man on a mission.

The purple-haired succubus stood her ground as he positioned himself directly behind her. She could feel the towering warmth of his body radiating against her bare back and a shiver of anticipation raced down her spine.

Her impatience surged, hot and demanding. A dozen sharp taunts rested on the tip of her tongue, eager to push his buttons further. But she forced herself to bite them back, afraid that if she broke the spell now, he'd change his mind and walk away.

She held her breath as he lingered there, taking in her supple cheeks and her eager, glistening flower.

Then, his hands settled over the curve of her hips.

Lilith let out a soft gasp as his weathered fingers sank firmly into her flesh, anchoring her in place with a quiet, undeniable command that proved the Dark Knight was done talking.

Without warning, his cock surged forward, plunging into her wetness fully.

"AAAAHH!" Lilith cried out, the suddenness taking her by surprise.

Bruce growled as her walls squeezed him for dear life, holding her ass tightly against him for a moment to allow her to get used to his size. Lilith whimpered from their union, feeling a little pain but she wanted it more.

Steadily, he began thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes. Lilith's breathing grew ragged as he settled into an easy rhythm, her slick heat pulling and sliding against his length. Then, he picked up speed and strength until he was pounding into her furiously. His stomach and hips slapped against her ass as he fucked her and her butt cheeks quivered like jelly from the force of his thrusts.

Lilith's tongue hung out in a blissful daze as Bruce slid his large hands up, over the bumps of her ribs to her small breasts, where he pinched and played with her hardened nipples.

The wet claps of their flesh along with Lilith's moans finally broke through Felicia's deep slumber.

One of her large cat ears fluttered, twitching twice before she stirred, letting out a soft, feline whine as she pushed herself up.

"Mmgh… what's going on?" she mumbled groggily as she rubbed her eyes with the soft back of her paws.

Her vision cleared, and her gaze landed squarely on the scene unfolding across the room. Her eyes widened into huge, bright orbs, sleep instantly evaporating at the sight of Bruce fucking Lilith from behind.

"Huh? What's Lilith doing here?"

Morrigan glided off the bed and sauntered up behind Bruce, her arms sliding under his to rest her palms flat over the broad plane of his chest and pulling herself flush against his back.

"Rise and shine, sweetie." Morrigan's glowing gaze remained fixed on Felicia. "I'm afraid we're not quite done with our dear Bruce just yet."

Bathed in the cool silvery moonlight filtering through the window, Morrigan slowly dragged the tip of her tongue over her upper lip which curved into a wicked, triumphant smile.

"After all,… the night is still young."

FIN… ?